Unspoken , lacking the power of speech , silent do speaks for me . . . . my sentimental collection , a mixed feeling of happiness , sadness , longing . . . . when recalling a person , a place , sometimes an event . Neither past nor at the present time . A useless blog that doesn't contain any , what the point of blogging , when I never intend to write any here ? Nothing intense nor uninteresting . . . . so not me , I'm just wasting my precious time .